Blue

Around my neck

This scarf,

Bluer than your eyes,

Keeps me warm

When I’m pitifully

Alone and vindictive,

This water-grooved

Clown,

Telling a joke to

Pass the time.

We who

Are unlike others

Find something more to

The balloon in the trash

Or the smell of industry.

I’m the clown in

An empty house.

You’re the clown with
a degree in whatever,
confirming your faith.

I love this scarf,

How it fits but doesn’t.

It’s too long,

And I don’t know

How to cinch it,

Makes me think

Of your hands around

My neck,

Loose

For me to breathe.

I could throw you about

And wrap you both around me;

The scarf was free